Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
JFA,
Smog,
Excepter,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.